" So you would get the pleasure from the vibrations more like!" I nodded knowing this was true. "And I suppose you want the pleasure of shaving me too...?" Again I nodded my agreement, now all to conscious of the punishment instruments in the wardrobe."Look in the accessories case to see what you will wear with the slave dress. In the red plastic bag." Inside I found a lovely pair of blue slippers but also several items I wasn't so keen on. On top was a leather collar with a silver plate inscribed. You look around for a mask, since a petticoat-corset-tophat-monocle combo isn't gonna work with your jeans.You see the cashier eyeing you eyeing all the junk hanging up in The Closet. You see your unadorned, regular self in the dozens of tarnished old mirrors behind her. She leans over the counter hard, squinting at you.You squint back.She beckons you with a curling finger, so you approach the counter. As you do, she pulls out a mirror from below, still leaning intensely over the. Her tight round ass in the black pants she wore made her look even stunning. She was short-ish, about 5, and a little healthy, which turned me on even more. She must have been around 28-30 judging from the amount of makeup she put on to look young. Most of the days, the bus would be crowded. I got up on the first stop so I always had a seat. She would be standing far from me so all I could do was stare at her. She must have noticed me staring at her every now and then, because from the moment. Up until the time she suddenly began screaming and leveling the shack's contents, she was gentle and meek. When she laid with him, she'd been soft and pliant, eager, warm as any woman he'd ever known, maybe more so. If he had guessed how thin a line separated her from total insanity, he would never have announced his leaving.A fresh wash of pain pushed any forgiving thoughts clean out of Lou's head. Mary was more dangerous than any outlaw he'd come across or heard tell of. Damn woman ought'a be.